"Why? You dare ask why? When you used his salary card to buy a wedding dress, did you ask yourself why? Do you think our family's money falls from the sky?"
My future mother-in-law's mocking tone accompanied the press of a remote. The screen instantly displayed a bill.
It clearly showed that I had spent 108,999.9 dollars at the bridal shop on Wednesday.
And the cardholder was Simon.
She looked at my pale face, "How does that ten-thousand- dollar dress feel, Miss Best?"
I stared at Simon again, "I told you it was an accident!"
Simon sneered, "An accident? Then it was an accident that I took wedding photos with someone else, an accident that we kissed. I guess Miss Best won't mind, would you?"
Watching his twisted expression, the itchiness on my skin intensified.
My mother gasped, "Jessie, you're having an allergic reaction!"
Only then did I notice the large, disgusting welts slowly appearing on my exposed skin.
In that instant, Wendy's words came flooding back.
I had meticulously chosen the wedding dress from a reputable bridal shop, trying to be considerate of Simon's financial situation by not picking something too expensive.
The fabric was high-quality, the diamonds were real, but it wasn't from a luxury brand.
I hadn't expected to accidentally use Simon's card. I thought since we were about to become a family, he wouldn't mind me using his salary card to decorate our wedding.
But I was wrong. They did mind.
Not only did they mind, but they also swapped the dress I had carefully chosen, ruining my wedding.
Since I'm allergic to synthetic fibers, I had been very particular about the materials. This one was clearly a fake.
"Is this a knockoff? You swapped my wedding dress, didn't you?"
Far from being ashamed when I exposed her, my future mother-in-law looked smug, "People get what they deserve. A gold digger like you think you can wear a dress worth tens of thousands, don't you? This knockoff for a little over a thousand is a bargain for you."
Hearing her words, I couldn't help but laugh out of anger, "I didn't ask for a single cent of dowry from your family, not even demanding Simon have a house or a car..."
"You shameless tramp!"
Before I could finish, my future mother-in-law cut me off in fury.
"What kind of woman doesn't ask for a dowry? You know what kind! Marrying a woman like you would disgrace the Jones family's name.